Park benches are what keep me sound asleep
And what they toss is what I eat
These city streets are where I lay my head
These city streets are where I bury my dead

They say "oh, You're gonna make it, someday"
And I say "oh, I'm gonna make it someday"
But…

Crusades are history
Progress is fantasy
Go west young man, some day you'll make it there
Start your life again
Find a wife young man
The start and finish line always look the same

Courts are the gateways leading to my mind
They throw away the keys, they throw away time
These prison walls are where I lay my head
These prison cells are where I bury my dead

They said "oh, you're gonna get out, someday"
And I said "oh, I'm gonna get out someway"
But…

Start your life again